Well, he's back for a fortnight.

He has a long red beard, and his face is all over freckles, but he's full of fun, and he laughs like anything.

We saw him and he asked for you.
It's a pity you can't come." "Why can't I come?
I don't see why I can't come as well as you." "Oh, well, we thought you were the dying martyr.

Mrs.Jenkins asked us all in to tea, and we are to have tennis afterwards, and then high supper, in honor of Gus.

We said you couldn't come, but that we would be there.